Amily the personal maid-2

“How come your bulge gets bigger then smaller and now it is getting hard again?” she asked, calmly, like she was asking about room sizes.

“All the time I look at you, I am excited, but some times more than others.”

“Really?” Amily giggled nervously, tossing her hair slightly.

“When I thought you were going to whip my cock right out and measure it, I was ready to come in my pants.”

Amily blushed beautifully.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” she said in a soft voice, so quietly that even with our faces inches apart, I barely heard her.

I chuckled, however inappropriate that might have been.

“After what I just said I think you can say just about anything.”

Before Amily spoke, she reached her hand out, pushed my pants down and extracted my cock, passing me the tape measure.

“I’m not just a maid, I’m a maiden,” she said as she stroked me to hardness I had never experienced even as a teenager.

“What?”

“A virgin. I’m a virgin. I have never fucked a man before.”

All the while she was stroking my cock. Seeing I was frozen, she took the tape measure, placed one end at my root and ran it up to the tip.